"Two souls are sometimes created together and in love before they’re born. ~ F. Scott Fitzgerald."
11:11, a time for blessings and manifesting,or perhaps just hopeless wishes of the lonely. I recall how I first wished for you, how your luminous existence seemed surreal,and how I wished to simply experience it and understand the very nature...
"“Love is simply the name for the desire and pursuit of the whole.” ~ Plato."
If it is true that books are the keepers,and the holders of souls, thenyou and I predate ancient scripture.When you crashed into my worldall prescience and wisened intuition,I wonder if you felt the pain lingering in me as you gently...
"“We have sex with someone who can satisfy us physically, but we make love to someone who can satisfy us soulfully and eternally.” ~ Mehek Bassi"
You once asked me if I thoughtwe would become lost in one another – not as something to be subsumed, but as lovers in profuse synchrony. If this was losing myself, in you I would lose myself in each lifetime....
our goodbyeswere spilled gently through eternal pausesshattered syllables and between breaths screaming of weaknessvoices achingly wavered some cruel balance of animmeasurable yearningand the bitter tracesof deep regret thatwe must unravel and so we clungto ideals held full ofunspoken declarations and memories never madesharing silent tears in thedeafening stillness...
Our love was a victim of circumstance.Some wounds are carried far deeper than flesh, and although we’d sewn our fractured seams with hope, my scars were etched beyond the place where love was enough to save us.All that’s left of...
"I wish I could unravel, the fabric in-between, and tear away the distance, to bring you close to me."
With every ephemeral glance within,I've wondered how to piece togetherevery molecule of your ceaseless beauty,how to imprint you into my very coreso the entirety of you can remain inside of me. I've tried to write what this means,describe the fluttering remnants that...
Sadness sweeps,hurt slowly creepseverything begins to crumble.To prevent demise,smiles: clever disguise,a saviour from the stumble.On sorrow's brink,this flood could sink it all, what was revered.Secrets have marredthat reality: now tarred,instead overthrown by fear.The silence scars,through verbal spars,please, disengage all pretences.More...
""They make you fear your imperfections, but in fact, they are the diamonds of your being"."
Love me, not for beauty,love me, for my deformity. When I'm...Blanketed by darkness, traversing sorrow's cavernous depths -a transmission of once healing light now punctured, weeping silence.Love me, could you still?Love me,through self-loathing, imprisoned by vulnerability and despair. With your adoration, extinguish disparaging belief.Love me, when...
These richly complicated tapestries and their intricately woven threads have been effortlessly loosened, as if each strand was composed in error or missing some vital precious element that we neglected in the weaving. It is in this gentle undoing that...
"“Lovers don't finally meet somewhere, they're in each other all along” ~ Rumi"
I wonder if you too recognised how effortlessly we breached the surface, burrowing into more intimate clutches as though we had always belonged. How we danced beneath a curious calm during the swift but gentle tensioning, finding comfort in the...